The Ocean Swim {Final Fantasy X, Tidus/Yuna, R}

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Title: The Ocean Swim
Author/Artist: diane_b_taylor
Rating: R
Warnings: Male masturbation, voyeurism
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this fan fiction. I do not make any money off this fan fiction. 
Word count: 1352
Summary: 

September 8: Final Fantasy X; Tidus/Yuna; Skinny Dipping/Voyeurism. Tidus loves the ocean. Yuna loves watching him..

A/N: This wasn’t supposed to have taken place in any particular place with any particular name, but I did take inspiration from the Calm Lands. :)
 
The breeze here was refreshingly crisp. Yuna leaned her head back to catch the scent of clean, cool rain, the softening of baked earth and sweet grass. Her ears caught the sound of birds chattering to one another over her head and the murmurs of her guardians’ conversations as they settled down for a brief afternoon rest. Yuna settled herself down next to Lulu and quietly observed the scenic tableau, untouched by human hands, before her.
 
Everyone else was quiet as well, but the exception to the quiet was – who else? Yuna thought – Tidus. He refused to settle down. He strutted before Yuna and Lulu and stretched loudly. He yawned and scratched himself and strutted some more, swinging his unsheathed blade carelessly.
 
“Put that thing away, willya?” Wakka said sleepily.
 
“Now,” Lulu agreed.
 
Tidus slowly obeyed and pulled a face when their faces were turned. Yuna tried to keep her smile down, but Tidus caught her eye and gave his signature grin. How could she not smile in response?
 
Abruptly, he turned to face the ocean.
 
“I’m off!” He exclaimed and strolled off.
 
Lulu pinched the bridge of her nose, sighed and leaned over to whisper in Yuna’s ear.
 
“Can we can dismiss him from guardianship? He can’t simply walk away from you like that,” Lulu said.
 
Yuna looked at Lulu with understanding in her eyes, but replied quietly, “He won’t wander far. “He doesn’t have any allies in Spira apart from us.”
 
Lulu pressed her lips together, but said nothing.
 
Yuna jumped up and brushed her bottom off. “Want me to tail him?” She asked of the group. A chorus of affirmative groans.
 
She spun off in Tidus’s direction, heedless of the gossipy whispers behind her.
 
Yuna had been correct – Tidus was not far away at all. The ocean’s sparkles dazzled her eyes, but her eyes honed in on his naked, sweat-slick back and his strong hands on his waist. He seemed to be surveying the sandy beach and searching for shells. Yuna froze and her breath stopped when he bent over - with his shapely ass in her general direction - to pick one up and hold it high against the sun. She heard his grunt of satisfaction and watched him slip it into his pocket.
 
He continued to pick more shells while Yuna forced her feet to carry her to a patch of brush above the beach. Her feet made too much noise and she had to drop quickly when he whirled to look. Apparently, he didn’t see anything, and thus turned back to his shell selection business. He seemed bent on filling both pockets.
 
Suddenly, as easily as you please, he shucked his pants and underwear off and practically skipped into the surf.
 
Yuna clutched the sand underneath her hands. She watched his ass and legs flex, and to her horror, her vision zeroed in on his gently swaying balls between his legs. She was horrified at her fascination: For the love of Yevon – stop looking! But oh! even in the name of her indomitable willpower, she could not look away.
 
Tidus belly flopped into a wave and kicked his legs high. When he came up for air, his hair almost completely covered his face except for his tremendous grin. He threw himself down into the surf again and again, zipping through currents and waves. Tidus allowed a wave to carry his body to shore, and when that wave was finished, he went in search of another wave. He sang at the top of his lungs songs Yuna had never heard.
 
Yuna reveled in the sight of his rolling muscles, his tanned skin and sopping hair, but the sight of his bouncing genitals refused to let her attention wander for long. She wondered what his penis would feel like in her hands, what it would feel like…inside her.
 
Something in her groin twinged. She continued to watch, but this time, from between her fingers. Maybe her fingers could act as a kind of barrier against the allure he unconsciously exuded.
 
At some point, she must have blinked because the next thing she knew, he was floating on his back with his arms, fingers and legs spread wide.
 
He’s perfect like this, she thought. This is his natural habitat.
 
She had almost convinced her mind to think of something else besides Tidus’s private parts when he ruined her good intentions. He reached one hand down and lightly stroked his fingers across his cock, his eyes closed and his smile still in place. Yuna’s higher brain functions promptly shut down the instant she realized that he was masturbating.
 
What is he thinking of?Or…who?
 
He touched himself slowly, then took himself in hand and stroked a little more. To Yuna, he didn’t seem like the patient type, for he began moaning loudly – was that a name? – in moments. His release came after just a few moments more, and he hoarsely screamed.
 
And just like that, he righted himself, rode a wave to shore and scraped water off his body as though nothing had happened. He popped his shirt back over his head and hopped into his underpants and trousers, the shells in his pockets tinkling. He continued to sing loudly as he swayed and stumbled – apparently, his release had released too much energy – up the beach back to their resting spot.
 
Yuna realized then that she had no way of going back to the group without Tidus realizing that she had followed and watched him. She should have left before he had, but she had missed her opportunity. Her heart pounded in her ears as she tried to anticipate what he might say.
 
With one eyebrow raised, his signature grin and a lecherous tone: Like what you saw? There’s plenty more where that came from – hee hee!
 
With large eyes and gaping mouth: You watched me?!
 
With disgust and disappointment in his eyes, his handsome face creased into a frown: I’ve misjudged you, Yuna.
 
Her heart caught in her throat.
 
And how could she explain what she had done to Lulu? Lulu would be more ashamed of Yuna’s behavior than even Tidus might be. She didn’t even want to think of what the rest of the group would say.
 
You’re engaged to Maester Seymour – other men are none of your business.
 
Ew! That’s gross, Yunie!
 
Oh, it’s natural, Yuna, but you know…you’re just too young to be looking at anyone like that, ja?
 
She didn’t want to face the group, but she knew better than to stay alone for too long. She lifted herself off the ground and dusted herself off. Yuna sighed deeply, bracing herself mentally with the barrage of questions and judgment she was certain she would be facing in a matter of moments. She gave the ocean one last, long look and turned back towards their spot.
 
Tidus stood mere inches in front of her.
 
He tilted his head and smiled quizzically. He gestured towards their group.
 
“They probably wouldn't want to let you alone for long, would they?” He said good-naturedly.
 
Her face felt as though it suddenly caught fire. She couldn’t look him in the eye.
 
He squinted leaned down to get a better view of her face. “Something wrong?” He asked.
 
“No,” Yuna squeaked.
 
His face relaxed and he threw his arms about her in a tender embrace. She wanted to enjoy the hug more, and she would have if it weren’t for her awareness of something soft and long lying against her leg.
 
His question seemed to come out of the blue.
 
“Were you watching me back there?” He asked very softly.
 
A lump in Yuna’s throat rose, but she nodded and prepared herself for the worst.
 
He only hugged her tighter.
 
Sometimes, during their evolving relationship, between tents and ever-watchful guardians, actions and smiles meant more than words. This was one of those moments. Yuna stored it away in her memory to savor on a rainy day.